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The good old days,

when you could see children outside, laughing as they played.

And kids jumping on puddles after the rain.

And when teenagers waited, instead of chasing heartbreaks.

Gone are the good old days.

Now face to face has become phone to ear.

People come, people go, some reappear.

The good old days were temporary & everything temporary is what I fear.

People live, people die.

That is life.

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